Author Archives: Cory Rove
Smile or Die
Pain Medicine
“Clay, give me another whiskey.” “You’ve had enough Gary. Go home to your family.” “Ahhh… fuck you,” I say, stumbling off the bar stool, and out the freely swinging front door. The city street smells of trash, not much different than the bar. Clay doesn’t know my family is dead. The picture in my wallet […]
Nursery Rhyme
Our world is vile, Our world is grim, Corrupt, polluted, and filled to the brim. To end our woes, And end this hymn, We must call upon the Elohim.
Welcome to my World. I hope you enjoy.
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